Baby Daddy: A Sexy STANDALONE Romantic Comedy

by Nelle L'Amour

  He hissed. “Yeah, baby. Go down on me and suck me hard.”

  Without overthinking it, I slid my mouth down his velvety shaft. I was surprised how much of him I could take in. Heated, he tasted delicious, a manly mixture of sweet and salty. When I got close to the base, I slid my mouth back up swiftly now that his erection was slick with my saliva. I swirled my tongue around the crown and heard him hiss again as I went back down as far as I could. The tip of his cock hit the base of my throat.

  “Christ. I love fucking your mouth. Don’t stop. You’re doing it just right.”

  Carried away with lust, I began to rhythmically bop up and down his extraordinary length, picking up my pace with each successive glide. Fixed on the extreme pleasure I was giving him. All I could think about was how much I wanted to make him come as his erection filled my mouth, and a jumble of moans, groans, and “oh yeas” filled my ears. I lost sense of time and place. His cock was my everything, his pleasure my world. As I went down on him one more time, his cock pulsed against my palate.

  “D-baby, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he rasped out. “Fill it with my cum.”

  On my next rapid heartbeat, a grunt catapulted from his lungs and he combusted. His hot release coated my throat like lava, and as he withdrew from my mouth slowly, I swallowed and gazed up at him. His head arched back, he blew out a long, harsh breath.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, my voice small.

  He lowered his head and met my gaze. His eyes smoldered. “Am I okay? No, Dee, I’m not okay.”

  My heart skipped a beat; terror ripped through me.

  “You just fucking blew me to pieces. That was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. Stand up.”

  Shaking and speechless, I rose to my feet. My knees weak, he hauled me closed to him until we were just a breath apart. His heart beat against mine and just as fast.

  “Drake, it’s been a really long time since I’ve had any kind of sex with a man.” Let alone ever kissed someone like you, I added silently.

  He smiled and placed a chaste kiss on my forehead. “You could have fooled me.”

  Cleaning himself up with a dampened paper towel, he tucked his still swollen cock into his jeans and zipped up his fly as insecurity and second thoughts flew back at me.

  “Drake, we shouldn’t have done this.”

  “I have no regrets.” He said it like he meant it.

  “Well, I do. Besides all the baggage I come with, Hanson Entertainment frowns upon fraternization. I can’t afford to lose my job.”

  Affectionately, he flicked my nose. “Don’t worry about it. I’m going to talk to my father tomorrow morning at our breakfast meeting.”

  “What are you going to tell him?”

  “The truth.”

  A heated stretch of silence filled the air between us. I don’t think either of us wanted to face the truth or define it. I was scared; given my situation, a relationship with this gorgeous man-god didn’t seem feasible, and if it was only a fling, I feared hurting everyone involved and above all my precious daughter. Nothing good could come out of any kind of relationship with Drake Hanson.

  Drake gently traced my silent lips with a finger and then cupped my shoulders.

  “You need to go,” I blurted out.

  His eyes locking with mine, Drake let go of me. “D-baby, it’s better that way. I don’t trust myself to sleep on the couch without ravaging you. And I have things at home I need to prepare at home for my meeting with my father.”

  My heart heavy, I nodded, wishing he’d contested me. Ravaged me and stayed.

  “Will you be okay?” Concern laced his voice.

  I nodded again. Silently.

  “You’ll make sure all your windows and doors are securely locked and your alarm is on?”

  I nodded one more time. “Yes. I’ll walk you to the door.”

  We reached the front door in no time.

  “Dee,” he said softly as if my simple name was a prayer. Before I could unlock it, he plastered me against the wood, pinning my arms above my head and slamming his lips once more on mine. It was an impulsive, passionate, fiery kiss. A kiss that didn’t want to say goodbye. Before I stopped breathing, he pulled away.

  His eyes seared into mine. “That was just a small thank you for giving me the bestest day of my life.”

  Bestest. Ty’s favorite word. As the syllables vibrated in my ears, he let go of me and I moved away, my body weak, my bones liquid. With a trembling hand, I unlocked the door and then swung it open. Without saying another word, he stepped outside and walked toward his car. Standing in the doorway, I let the cool evening air revive me.

  “Drake,” I called out. But it was too late. He peeled off the curb and was gone.

  With a weighty heart, I closed the door, making sure to double lock it before I sagged down against it. Crouched, I folded my arms around my knees and silently cursed Drake for giving me the bestest day too. Damn him. And damn me for letting him.

  CHAPTER 24

  Drake

  On my way to the Polo Lounge, my father called to tell me he was going to be twenty minutes late. An unexpected conference call with Gunther Saxton and his investment team had come up.

  It was fine by me. When I got to the famed Beverly Hills Hotel dining room, I was shown to the corner booth where we met for breakfast every Monday. Our regular waiter immediately brought me a pot of coffee and some cream, and I told him I’d order my usual eggs Benedict once my father showed up.

  Ignoring the familiar movers and shakers around me, I poured myself a cup of the strong brew and my mind immediately drifted to Dee. I glanced down at my cell phone. It was almost eight o’clock. She’d likely be taking Tyson to school and then heading into the office. I thought about texting or calling her but refrained.

  I couldn’t get Dee out of my head. This girl was under my skin and in my bloodstream, making a beeline for my heart. I was breaking all my rules—from never mixing business with pleasure to never going beyond a one-night stand though technically I hadn’t slept with her. And worst of all, she was married. Despite all these major NOs, I’d never felt this way about any woman before, and on my way home last night, I’d seriously asked myself the question: Could my temp possibly be my forever?

  Taking a sip of the steaming coffee, I contemplated what I should tell my father about her. As the caffeine activated my senses, I decided less was best. He didn’t need to know about her past or the fact that she was still married. That she had a child wouldn’t likely disturb him. He loved kids. I was, however, on the fence about whether I should tell him that she worked for me. While she was only temporary, Hanson Entertainment frowned upon fraternization. Finishing my coffee, I cast my eyes down again at my cell phone. I still had time to kill so I decided to call Brock’s office to see if I could meet with him sometime this week. His devoted secretary Stella would likely already be in, and sure enough, she picked up on the first ring. Glad as always to hear my voice, Brock’s flirty assistant told me he could fit me in this morning at eleven. I checked my schedule. Perfect. I could head over to his office, which wasn’t far, straight after breakfast. And then I could do a meeting with an art director over lunch in Century City before heading to The Valley for our weekly Danger Rangers recording session. Then, it hit me. I was going to be out of the office all day. I wouldn’t see Dee. Maybe that was a blessing in disguise because I wouldn’t have to sit behind my desk and fantasize about bending her over it and fucking her from behind. And I wouldn’t have to worry about hiding my insta-boner at the sight of her luscious curves in one of her tight little skirts. Or talk about last night.

  After I ordered another pot of coffee, my phone pinged. It was an email from Dee and in the subject line was one word: Today. I clicked it open and read it.

  Drake~

  Is there anything you need me to do for you today?

  ~Dee

  Spread your legs was on the top of my long list, but there was no way I could risk writing that with Gunther car
efully scrutinizing Hanson Entertainment and possibly having access to emails on the server. Out of the blue, a brilliant idea flashed in my mind. Tyson had mentioned wanting to meet the Danger Rangers while she was in the hospital, and today was as good a day as any. I sent back my reply:

  Please pick up Tyson after school and bring her to the Danger Rangers recording session in North Hollywood.

  Dee returned the email instantly.

  Seriously? She is going to be so thrilled!

  Wearing a smile, I responded with a happy face emoticon as I caught my father ambling my way out of the corner of my eye. Wearing his customary navy blazer, a pair of khakis, and sneakers, my handsome tanned dad, who didn’t look a day over fifty, took a seat across from me and apologized for being late.

  “How did it go with Gunther?” I asked after our waiter took our orders.

  My old man took a sip of his coffee. “He’s watching our every move like a hawk. He’s concerned about our upcoming development slate.”

  “Don’t worry. We’ve got a lot of shows in the works.”

  My father nodded with approval. “Where do we stand with Peanuts?”

  Peanuts, the number one kids’ network, was our bread and butter. We’d yet to get a new series green lit by Jennifer Burns, who ran it. She was looking for something fresh and different that would appeal to girls, and not one of the series concepts we pitched to her fit the bill. I couldn’t lie to my father; it would only bite me in the ass.

  “We’re still going back and forth…close but no cigar.”

  My old man pinched his lips. Nope. He wasn’t happy. “Son, it’s critical that we sell at least one show to Peanuts. Gunther is about to put a very big offer on the table, contingent on that.”

  “Like how much?”

  “The number 1.6 billion has been floating around.”

  “Jeez.” That was a shitload of money. The pressure was on. Our breakfast orders arrived and my father continued.

  “Son, I’ve made it loud and clear to him that I want you to run the company. That’s what I’ve spent my life grooming you for. Hanson Entertainment will always be run by a Hanson. And that’s a deal breaker.”

  It’s true. I’d grown up watching cartoons with my old man and giving him input. And after I graduated UCLA, he’d put me to work right away…making me experience every department. Almost ten years at the company and now the Head of Development, I wasn’t sure I’d ever have his business acumen.

  “I want this deal to happen. Saxton Enterprises is a good fit for our company and it’ll take care of generations of Hansons to come.”

  My father’s fantasy—the Hanson dynasty. Both my parents were only children as was I, well for almost my entire life. There weren’t a lot of us if you didn’t count the many little Hansons resulting from my sperm donor days. Something my dad knew nothing about. Inwardly, I shuddered as he lifted his forefinger.

  “…Which brings me to my final point. As I’ve mentioned to you, family values are very important to Gunther. He’s been married forty years to the same woman and has three children plus six grandkids. He condemns drugs, cheating, and frivolous sexual behavior.” My father took a bite of his scrambled egg whites and then looked me in the eye. “He still has a bit of a problem with you.”

  Here we go again. The you-better-settle-down-or-else lecture.

  “He’s perceives you as a player. Someone who’s got his dick in every It Girl in Hollywood. This image doesn’t sit well with his notion of a family-oriented entertainment company. He believes that image is everything. How can moms trust our products and be loyal to them when the head of the company is screwing every babe on the planet?”

  Rage pulsed through me. While Dad seemed to like Gunther a lot, his puritan values irked the shit of me. People like that were self-righteous because they were hiding something. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to stay at the company once he took it over, but I wasn’t about to give my father a major coronary. He wanted this deal more than anything.

  “Dad, I’ve been making a major effort to lie low until the deal is done.” I paused. “And I’m seriously involved with someone.”

  His brows lifted to his forehead. “Oh, so when were you going to tell me?”

  “Well, I guess this is as good a time as ever.”

  “Is it Krizia?”

  “No.” Never. “Someone new I met through work.”

  “Oh, she’s in the kids’ biz?”

  “Indirectly.” Moms are in the kids’ biz. “She’s an artist.”

  He quirked a small smile. My father liked artists and performers. He’d married my mother, a star figure skater.

  “Mom’s already met her.” I paused. “And her daughter.”

  Dad’s eyes widened. “Her daughter?”

  “Yes, she has a six-year-old. I’m surprised Mom didn’t tell you.”

  Dad furrowed his bushy dark brows. “Yeah, she did mention you coming by on Saturday with your new temp and her daughter now that I think about it. She couldn’t stop talking about that sweet little girl. But I don’t think she had any idea the two of you were involved.”

  “We weren’t. Things have moved forward quickly.”

  “She’s still working for you?” My father’s voice took on a challenging tone.

  I took another sip of my coffee, draining the cup. “Yes, until Mona gets back.”

  “When will that be?”

  “In a few weeks.”

  My father narrowed his steel blue eyes. “Just keep things out of the office. I can’t afford for you to screw things up, pun intended. Understand?”

  Relieved, I nodded. My fantasies would need to remain exactly that. Fantasies. I couldn’t risk blowing my father’s deal.

  He asked for the check as our waiter passed by. “I’d like to meet her, but I’ll be leaving for Germany this morning with Krizia’s father to meet with Gunther’s people and will be there until the end of the week. Why don’t you bring her to the gala at our house on Saturday night?”

  “Her name is Dee. And I will.”

  Dad clasped his hands together with approval. “Excellent. Gunther and his wife will be sitting at our table.”

  My chest tightened. Now, I just had to ask Dee to the event and hope she’d agree to come.

  CHAPTER 25

  Drake

  Brock’s corner office was located on the twenty-fifth floor of a towering steel and glass building in the heart of Century City. It was furnished in a manner that was as sleek as he was with high-end Italian furnishings and a built-in bookshelf filled with volumes of leather-bound law tomes. On the walls, numerous awards and degrees were interspersed with abstract paintings. Windows enveloping the office offered sublime views of verdant Beverly Hills, downtown LA, and the Pacific Ocean.

  Keeping things casual, Brock sat in one of the Barcelona chairs, dressed in an impeccable, custom-tailored three-piece suit, crisp white dress shirt, and a spiffy blue tie that brought out the color of his eyes. Sitting angled to him on the rather uncomfortable leather couch, I was wearing my customary jeans, T-shirt, and Nikes. His efficient secretary Stella had brought us both bottled waters.

  After a few sips of water and some light conversation about our next hockey game, I cut to the chase. Brock billed his clients at $500 per hour, and I didn’t want to take up a lot of his time since he was doing me a favor.

  “I need some legal advice.”

  Brock’s brows jumped up. “Dude, you’re in some kind of trouble?”

  I cleared my throat. “No, it’s more about Dee.”

  “Don’t tell me, bro, you knocked her up.”

  I let out a nervous laugh. “That wouldn’t be possible. I haven’t even banged her.”

  “Man, what are you waiting for?”

  “It’s complicated. Not counting the fact that she works for me.”

  “She’s your temp, right?”

  “Yeah…but I’m feeling something long-term with her.”

  “Oh, so you’re wondering how you
should deal with your regular secretary who’s on leave so she won’t hit you up with a wrongful termination lawsuit.”

  “Not at all. It’s nothing like that.” I took another swig of my water. “It has to do with Dee. She’s married.”

  Brock looked surprised. I surmised that her sister hadn’t shared this with him for whatever reason.

  “And it gets worse. The asshole was incarcerated.”

  “What did he do?”

  “He assaulted her when she was pregnant. Almost caused her to lose her kid.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Why didn’t she divorce him while he was in prison?”

  “She tried, but he hired a clever lawyer who found a loophole.”

  “Do you know his name?”

  I closed my eyes, searching my memory. Damn my inability to remember names. “I think it was Luis Romero.”

  “Ramirez?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, that’s it”.

  Brock’s face hardened. “I know him. He’s a fucking scumbag. Plays dirty and uses Mob connections to payoff law enforcement agencies, judges, and other court officials up in Fresno.”

  “Well, I guess he had enough connections to get Dee’s husband, Kyle McDermott, paroled. And now he’s in LA. He broke into Dee’s apartment last week, demanding to see their daughter.”

  Brock listened intently as I continued.

  “I think the motherfucker was high on something. He assaulted Dee again.”

  “Shit.”

  “If I hadn’t shown up at her apartment, he might have raped her or done something worse.”

  “Jeez. Did he hurt her or the kid?”

  “No. But he left me with this memento.” I pointed to the small scab on my forehead, which was now fading. The memory of Dee lovingly taking care of me popped into my head but only for a fleeting moment.

  Brock eyed my face. “Crap. He could have beat the shit out of you.”

  “Actually, it’s the other way around. I could have beat the shit out of him if he hadn’t fled.” I exhaled a breath. “Seriously, I would have killed the fucker for touching Dee if I could have.”